Part 7 - Saturday Night
The first thing we had to do was get these bitches cleaned up. And I mean
properly cleaned up. For over 24 hours, we had been humiliating and degrading
Natasha and Rachel, covering them in piss, cumming on and in them, dousing them
in cold water, smearing their bodies with all sorts of messy sticky gunk, tieing
them up, slapping them and generally abusing them. By now, their skin was
showing the signs of the abuse and was looking a little the worse for wear.
Furthermore, their hair was a mess, all lank and wet, and the makeup on their
faces virtually non-existent. And like all good sluts, they stunk of piss and
cum. What they needed was a good makeover.
It was a pity to clean them up but it had to be done. True, it would have been
instructive to keep these bitches all dirty and used so they were constantly
reminded what a pair of filthy whores they were but on the other hand for what
we had planned for them next, they needed to look their best. That would make
what was going to happen to them all the more delicious.
I led Natasha and Rachel into the large en suite bathroom with Frank and Ted
following. There was both a shower and a separate tub in the bathroom which
would enable us to get the girls cleaned up at the same time.
"I'll take Natasha into the shower," I said to Frank and Ted, "You take Rachel.
Okay, let's go to work."
I ordered Natasha into the shower and told her to stand up. She obeyed and
stood there before me, her arms reflexively covering her tits whilst her hands
covered her crotch.
"What the fuck are you doing, girl?" I laughed, "I've seen your tits and cunt.
Now get your hands away from there. Behind your back. NOW." As Natasha meekly
obeyed, behind me, I heard Frank order Rachel to kneel by the side of the tub
and the sound of the tub filling with water.
Aiming the shower nozzle above Natasha so that she was directly under it, I
turned the water on cold, letting the spray of water gush over her. There was
no point in wasting hot water on this fucking whore. Natasha squealed as the
icy water jetted over her, pouring over her hair and face, streaming down her
body. I could see the goosebumps forming on her skin and her nipples standing
up proud and erect. Reaching into the shower, I held Natasha's head under the
icy torrent of water making sure she was thoroughly soaked.
Ted passed me a bottle of shampoo. I squeezed a blob of the shampoo onto
Natasha's hair and began to roughly work the soap into her hair. Natasha
squealed and shouted as I washed her hair, rinsing out all the dirt and grime.
Forcing her head back under the spray, I washed all the soap out of her hair,
the soapy water streaming over her face.
"Stand up," I ordered and Natasha obeyed, her wet hair falling over her
shoulders. I tossed Natasha a bar of soap and ordered her to soap herself all
over. She obeyed, running the bar of soap over her body covering herself in a
thick layer of lather. "Don't forget to pay special attention to those tits and
that cunt of yours," I reminded her. Soon Natasha's boobs were covered in lather
and her pussy thoroughly covered in bubbles.
Picking up the toilet brush, I used it to rub the soap into her skin. Natasha
screamed and struggled as the hard bristles of the brush chafed her skin.
However, the treatment was doing the trick. Lather ran down her body, cleaning
the dirt off her. After another minute under the cold shower, Natasha was
clean.
Meanwhile, Frank had finished filling the bath with cold water and ordered
Rachel to climb into it. Shivering and whimpering from the cold, Rachel sat in
the icy water as Frank and Ted shampooed her hair and then used soap and the
toilet brush to wash her clean just as I had with Natasha.
Natasha was still standing in the shower, her naked body dripping with water. I
turned to her and smiled. "Time to shave you, you hairy bitch," I laughed.
I took a can of shaving cream and squirted it up and down Natasha's legs. She
whimpered as the cold cream was wiped over her skin, still covered in goose
bumps from the shower. Ted came over carrying a safety razor and carefully
began to shave Natasha's legs, taking care not to nick her. We wanted this
bitch in pristine condition after all: no point in damaging the toy!
"Hands on your head," Ted ordered Natasha. I then squirted some foam into her
arm pits and Ted shaved them carefully.
"Open your legs, slave," Ted commanded. It was now time to shave Natasha's
pubes. Slowly, I lathered Natasha's mound, coating her pubes in foam, letting
my soapy fingers slide up and down her slit. Carefully Ted began to shave
Natasha's pussy, letting the razor glide over her mons, sliding it parallel to
her labia. Natasha moaned gently as she felt the smooth razor slide over her
crotch. When he had finished, I switched the shower on again, the icy spray
from the nozzle clearing away any remaining hair and shaving foam.
Natasha's pussy was now completely hairless, her red inflamed labia clearly
visible. I could tell from the expression on her face how humiliated she felt.
"You want to do Rachel, boss?" asked Frank, gesturing towards the naked pet
shivering in the bath of cold water.
"No," I said, "We need one hairy one and one shaved one. Variety is the spice of
life after all."
The next step was to get these bitches dried off and smartened up. Back in the
bedroom, I tossed a couple of towels to Natasha and Rachel and ordered them to
dry themselves off. Next, they were told to dry their hair, comb and brush it,
and put makeup on as if they were prepared to go out to an dinner party. I
wanted them looking their best.
We watched the girls as they made themselves presentable and when they had
finished ordered them to stand in front of us, still naked, for an inspection.
And man, had they done a fantastic job. Both of them looked absolutely
stunning. Natasha's lustrous brown hair fell seductively over her shoulders and
her face was made up to perfection with black eyeliner and lipgloss. Rachel too
looked amazing, her long blonde hair shining in the light of the setting sun
bursting through the window and her eyeliner showing off her blue eyes to
perfection. The fact that they both looked so classy, so stunning, so beautiful
would make what was going to happen to them both later all the more satisfying
and erotic.
I looked at my watch, "Time to go, girls. Get on all fours and follow me."
I stood up and led the girls out of the bedroom. Our slaves crawled behind me.
I took them through the house and out of the front door. Frank had brought the
van round and had the doors open with a ramp leading up into the back to a cage.
"In you go, girls," I said pointing to the cage.
The girls hesitated. I could guess what they were thinking. A cage! In the
back of a van! They were going to be taken somewhere. But where? No doubt,
they feared that we were going to take them out into the desert and kill them.
If only they had known that wasn't our style.
I leant over and slapped Natasha hard across the ass. She squealed in surprise
and pain. "Get in the fucking cage, bitch," I hissed, "Don't make me tell you
again."
"S…sorry sir," mumbled Natasha and crawled down the steps from the house, across
the driveway and up the ramp, followed by Rachel. The cage was only really
designed for holding one person but could hold two at a pinch. Natasha and
Rachel squeezed into the cage, their naked bodies pressed against each other.
Frank slammed the door shut and padlocked it. Standing in the doorway of the
van, we looked in at the sight of our slaves crouched in their pen, peering
nervously through the bars, wondering what was going to happen next.
"Okay boys, let's roll," I said. Ted closed the van doors and locked them,
confining the girls in darkness in the back. The three of us climbed into the
front of the van, Frank driving.
The sun was just starting to sink behind the mountains as Frank drove the van
out of the grounds of the house and down the canyon into the city. As he pulled
onto the freeway, I turned round and looked back into the dim interior of the
van. I could just see the round asses of our slaves pressed against the bars at
the back of the cage and see their bodies swaying slightly with the motion from
the van.
Traffic was heavy but we made good progress. If only all these people rushing by
knew what our cargo was. Nevertheless, it only took us about 45 minutes to
reach our destination - which was pretty good going given the volume of traffic
in LA.
By the time Frank pulled the van into the parking lot of the bar, it was getting
dark. I got out of the van and sniffed the air. It was fresh and clear up here
in the hills above Malibu overlooking the Pacific far away from the smog of LA.
The night was quiet and still, the only sounds disturbing the chirp of the
crickets and the distant crash of the ocean on the shore being the rumble of the
Pacific Coast Highway far below and the music and chatter emanating from the
bar.
The bar stood alone in a pool of light in the darkness of the hills. It was a
wooden shack basically. The windows were lit with neon signs for Budweiser and
Miller. The door was open and light flooded out into the parking lot. The
sound of honkytonk music came from within. Pickup trucks, junkers and
motorcycles were parked in the lot surrounding the bar.
I nodded to Frank and he unlocked the doors of the van. He leant in to the back
and removed the padlock from the cage and swung the door open. "Okay bitches,"
he ordered, "Out you come."
First Rachel and then Natasha emerged from the van crawling out of the cage and
out onto the dirt of the parking lot. Crouching next to each other, the cold
night air causing goosebumps to cover their body, they looked around nervously.
Ted approached and fastened a dog collar around each of their necks. Clipping a
leash to each collar, he handed Natasha's leash to me and held onto Rachel's
himself.
"Time to meet some friends of mine, slave," I grinned, looking down at the
shivering pet on the end of my leash.
Natasha looked from the open door of the bar, hearing the sound of laughter and
conversation from within, and then up at me. "Pleeeeeease sir," she whimpered,
"Don't take me in there. Pleeeeease."
"Why ever not, slut?" I asked curiously, "Tell me."
Natasha was silent for a moment, no doubt wondering what she could say, knowing
in her heart of hearts that whatever she said she was unlikely to be spared a
visit to the bar.
"Don't take me to a public place like this, sir," she whined pitifully, "Naked,
crawling like a dog on the end of a leash. I couldn't take the humiliation,
sir."
Her plea caused me to laugh out loud. "You don't know what you're talking
about, slave. First of all, the only way a whore like you should be seen in
public is naked like a fucking dog so that everyone knows exactly what a
pathetic little slave you are. And secondly, if you think being naked in front
of all those people is humiliating, you ain't see nothing yet. Now MOVE!"
And saying that, I tugged the leash and started walking towards the door of the
bar. I could feel Natasha straining against the leash as we approached and the
noise of the crowd within got louder. I liked how that felt. There is
something especially humiliating about being naked when everyone else is
clothed. I knew Natasha and Rachel would find the experience of being nude in
front of a crowd intensely humiliating. And of course, being naked was the
least of their worries. There were all the other things we were going to do
that would make their experience all the more degrading.
Let me tell you something: there are few things better than public humiliation
for a) making a bitch get in line; and b) showing her what she really is - i.e.
nothing more than a piece of meat good for nothing other than fucking, cumming
on, and doing whatever her man tells her. Over the years I've been doing this
thing, I've had some real fun experiences with publicly degrading and
humiliating the whores I've been asked to deal with.
I remember this blonde slut, about 35 years old, wife to the CEO of a pretty
large corporation. She had everything she could possibly want: money,
jewellery, a Mercedes convertible, nice house up in the Hollywood Hills, holiday
villa down in Mexico. Of course, being a woman, she wanted more. Gave her
husband earache every hour of the fucking day about needing more. And of course
she was fucking her tennis coach. The husband contacts me, asks me to help with
his problem. So what we did was get the guy to tell his wife to organise a
party at their house. Told her to invite all their friends, pull out all the
stops, no expense spared. To be fair he did tell her she would get a surprise at
the party. I bet it wasn't the one she was expecting. The party was due to
start at 3pm. We arrived at 10am to get the wife ready. Imagine her friends'
surprise when they saw this whore naked except for some heels, a ballgag in her
mouth, with a collar round her neck and a belt round her belly supporting a tray
on which she was forced to serve drinks all afternoon to her pals. If anyone
wondered why she was doing this, they only had to look at the words "WHORE" and
"SLUT" written on her back and forehead, and at the glossy photos of her fucking
and blowing the tennis coach that were pinned all over the house to know. Take
my word for it: she didn't mess around with other guys or moan about what she
wanted again after that.
Yeah, public nudity with a dash of humiliation is always a good one. Once we
got this brunette model who had stolen some stuff from this guy. She had a real
hot little body, I remember. Nice pert tits, amazing ass. She was real cute.
The guy said we could do whatever the fuck we wanted with her. He'd had enough
of her cheating whoring ways. We decided to have a garage sale. Set up one
Saturday morning and put all her stuff up for sale. All her clothes, jewellery,
pictures, CDs - everything! And of course, her. We stripped her, tied her
naked and gagged to a chair and rented her out to whoever wanted her. If I
remember correctly, it was 10 bucks for a blowjob and cumming in her mouth, $25
if you wanted to cum on her tits, $35 for her face, $50 a fuck, $100 up the ass.
We also had a few specials: walk the bitch on a dog leash for $2 a minute or
spank her for $5 a minute - or you could make us an offer if you wanted to
something else: we let one guy piss on her for a couple of bucks, I remember.
By the end of the day, I think we made over $1,000 - excluding the cash we made
on selling her stuff.
I could spend all day reminiscing about stuff we've done. But back to Natasha
and Rachel. I'm sure you'll appreciate what we did to them just as much as some
of the things we've done to other bitches like them.
So as I was saying, we had the girls naked on a collar and leash and were
leading them across the parking lot into this little bar we knew. The whores
were pleading and begging and straining against their leashes, trying to avoid
being taken inside. Rachel was even saying how she'd do anything if only we
wouldn't take her inside. Stupid bitch obviously hadn't worked out that we
could do anything to her anyway: we didn't need her fucking offer!
I led Natasha up the short wooden steps into the bar. It was packed, a typical
Saturday night. There were a couple of guys playing pool. All the seats at the
bar itself were filled with a mixture of guys and girls clad in jeans and
workshirts, drinking beer and shooting the breeze. There were a number of small
round tables scattered around the room, all of which are occupied by groups of
guys or couples. The jukebox was playing "Redneck Woman". It was just your
typical dive bar. At the far end of the room was a low stage with a pole in the
middle; they have strippers here on a Wednesday night. Tonight however they
were gonna have a much more raunchy show!
As I entered the bar, the bartender looked up and waved. "Hey there," he
shouted, "How's it going?"
"Pretty good, Ed" I replid, "Could use a beer though."
"Comin' right up," the bartender replied and started to fill a jug with ice-cold
Bud. As he poured the beer, he looked down and noticed Natasha, shivering from
the cold night air and the humiliation, crawling at my feet. "I see you brought
the entertainment," he smiled.
By now, the other people in the bar had noticed Ted and I enter, our pets in
tow. Whoops and cheers rang out around the bar. I should tell you I knew the
people here. They'd been specially invited tonight to our little soiree. They
can be relied upon to do what it takes and keep quiet about iy.
A pretty little thing in a white shirt and tight blue jeans walked over to me
and gave me a kiss on the cheek. The cowboy hat on her head slipped slightly as
she kissed me. I felt her hard lithe body pressing against me as she did so.
"Hi there, Shelley," I said, kissing her back. Me and Shelley go way back.
She's not my girlfriend or anything. But she's a kinky little gal who I call on
sometimes to help me with operations like this.
Shelley looked down at Natasha, a strand of brown hair falling across her face,
"She sure is a big-titted slut, ain't she." Shelley crouched down and grabbed
one of Natasha's pendulous tits, squeezing it hard causing the slave to squeal
in pain. Shelley looked up at me, "Nice firm tits too. Should be a whole lot
of fun." She paused to think about all the things she could do with Natasha
"Yeah, a whole lot of fun," she said with a smile.
Ted meanwhile had led Rachel up onto the stage and had ordered her to stand,
hands on her head, next to the pole in centre stage. Unclipping her collar, Ted
stepped down off the stage, leaving Rachel standing there naked and exposed in
front of the crowd in the bar. Leaving Shelley, I took Natasha up onto the
stage, unclipped her collar, and left her there standing next to Rachel, hands
on head.
The two sluts were subjected to a torrent of humiliating comments, catcalls and
abuse from the crowd as they stood there, nude and exposed. Both girls hung
their heads in shame, avoiding the gaze of the mob of people in the bar as they
gathered ever closer, swigging beer from their bottles, taunting them, making
comments about what they wanted to do with them.
"Turn around, slaves," I called, "Show everyone your ass."
The pets shuffled round revealing their firm buttocks to the audience. I
ordered them to bend over and touch their toes. Natasha and Rachel obeyed,
their pert asses looking even better as they bowed in front of us.
"Okay," I shouted, "Stand up and face us. Hands on heads. You know the drill."
The girls obeyed and turned to face the enthusiastic audience once more, their
nakedness and shame on full view.
"Come on girls," I continued after they had stood hands on their heads for a
minute or so, "Show these good people a bit more. Open your legs and spread
those pussy lips wide for us."
Trembling, Natasha and Rachel both obediently shuffled their legs apart and with
their fingers spread their cunt lips open, revealing the red moist innards of
their pussies to the cheering and mocking audience. Natasha's newly shaved cunt
glistened from the lights shining on the stage.
"Right," I continued, "Time for you sluts to put on a little show for us all
tonight. And make sure you put some effort into it. If I don't think you're
putting everything you've got into it, you'll going to get some punishment you
just won't believe. Understand?"
"Y…yes sir," Natasha and Rachel mumbled in unison.
"What was that, bitches?" I snapped, "I didn't hear you. DO … YOU … UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes sir," the girls shouted loudly, eliciting laughter from the crowd.
"Okay," I said, "That's much better. Rachel, honey, climb down off the stage
and kneel at my feet facing Natasha." Rachel obeyed, leaving her sister
standing on the stage alone. "Don't worry," I said to Rachel, patting her head
like the obedient puppy she was, "You'll get your chance later. First, I want
to see what that slut of a sister of yours is capable of."
I looked up at Natasha who was looking at the crowd waiting in anticipation to
see what she was going to be made to do, seeing the eyes of the men looking back
at her filled with lust and alcohol, and the contemptuous gaze of the women as
they revelled in her humiliation and jealously stared at her perfect tits.
"Now then Natasha," I said in a loud voice so everyone in the room could hear,
"You're going to put on a little show for us. I want you to dance for us, show
us what you're capable of, get us turned on. You know what we want: jiggle
those tits, shake that ass, play with that pussy. I want you to be the dirtiest
sluttiest pole dancer in the world. And if you're not ….. Well, then you're
going to pay the price. Understand?"
Natasha swallowed hard, "Y…yes sir."
I nodded towards Shelley who was standing by the jukebox. Slipping a quarter
into it, she pushed a few buttons. The strains of "Here For The Party" blasted
from the loudspeakers.
Natasha began to sway to the music as the guitar riff kicked in, increasing the
speed and intensity of her hip movements as the violins followed. She began to
turn round so her ass was now facing the crowd, gyrating her hips, her ass
swaying from side to side. The first few whoops and cheers came from the crowd.
As the vocals came in, Natasha was standing with her legs apart and then bent
over, her peachy little ass towards the audience, and looked over her shoulder
towards the crowd, licking her lips. More cheers and hollering!
Standing up, tossing her head back so her hair poured over her shoulders, she
moved to the pole. Facing the audience, she ran her body up and down the metal
rod, letting it slide between her bulging breasts and over her bald pussy.
Seductively she began to lick the pole as she slid up and down, wrapping her
legs round it. The lust in the eyes of the men watching her was evident. They
were totally engrossed in watching her dance. I had to admit it: she was good.
Damn good.
As the song progressed, Natasha swung round the pole, rubbing against it,
tossing her head, writhing around. Falling to the floor face down, she began to
make pelvic thrusts, humping the floor, her back bending in wave motions, her
breasts giggling. Shifting into a seated position on the stage, Natasha spread
her legs wide, revealing her glistening pussy. Slowly, she ran her hands down
over her boobs, kneading them between her fingers, flicking her tongue out to
lick each nipple in turn. And then she licked her index finger and allowed it
to slide down her body to her pussy and began to finger herself, sliding it in
and out of her lubricated slit, spreading her labia apart and thrusting her
crotch at the excited crowd, letting her head loll back and eyes close as if she
was approaching orgasm.
As the song ended, Natasha tossed her head back and leant back on the stage,
legs apart, her back arched, her pussy stretched wide open. The crowd erupted
in applause. I could tell Natasha was exhausted. Her skin shone with
perspiration and telltale juices trickled down her thighs. She was panting from
her exertions, her full breasts rising and falling with every breath.
"Very good, slave," I said, getting onto the stage and gently stroking her hair,
"Very good. You would make a good pole dancer. But you need to prove you can
put on, how can I say, 'special shows'."
Natasha looked at me blankly, still breathing heavily, and I could tell she was
nervous what the term 'special show' might entail. I snapped my fingers and
pointed to Rachel, who was still kneeling at the front of the stage and had
watched the whole show, ordering her to crawl up next to her sister. As she did
so, I continued to speak.
"Okay, whores. Now you're going to put on a little show for us. I want you two
sluts to show all these good people how much you love each other if you know
what I mean." The audience laughed: they knew what I meant. "You're going to
put on a real hot lesbian show for us. I want French kissing, tongues, puss
licking, everything: the hotter the better. Understand?" The two girls nodded,
blushing.
"Good," I said, climbing off the stage, "Music, Shelley." The strains of Dusty
Springfield's "Look of Love" began to fill the room.
Rachel moved over to Natasha, leaning into her so that their boobs almost
touching. As one hand gently stroked Natasha's hair, the other ran down the
side of her torso onto Natasha's thigh. Rachel cocked her head slightly to one
side. Natasha and Rachel's faces were very close together, their noses almost
touching. Slowly, seductively, Rachel leaned closer until their lips touched.
Rachel slid her lithe tongue into Natasha's waiting mouth and began to tongue
her. Their bodies moved together, Natasha's tits squeezed against Rachel's firm
pert boobs. The two girls began to move their crotches, gently grinding their
pussies against each other.
"Fuck," said Shelley, now standing next to me as she watched, "Those two are
really getting into this."
"Yeah," I replied, "They're a couple of fucking whores. They both really love
pussy."
Shelley smiled, "Glad to hear it. Those bitches are going to be fucking eating
my pussy before the night's out."
Back on the stage, Natasha had rolled onto her back. Rachel was kneeling on all
fours over her, lowering her lips onto Natasha's straining breasts, flicking the
erect nipples with her tongue. Natasha closed her eyes and moaned, her back
arching. Slowly, Rachel let her tongue lick up and down Natasha's belly,
rubbing her boobs against Natasha's cunt. Natasha opened her legs and Rachel's
head slid between them, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from Natasha as
Rachel's tongue found her clitoris. Rachel's head began to bob up and down as
she continued to lap at her sister's slit, gradually increasing the friction on
Natasha's clit.
It was obvious Natasha was getting turned on and that she needed to taste her
sister's pussy. She reached down and grabbed Rachel's hair, lifting her
sister's head off her crotch and signalling for her to shift position. Rachel
complied, getting on all fours so that the two sluts were in a 69 position.
Rachel lowered her crotch onto Natasha's face and the big titted slave began to
lap hungrily at her sister's sopping cunt. Rachel once more buried her face
between Natasha's legs. Their two sweaty bodies writhed together on the stage
to the audience's appreciation.
The music had now finished and the only sound in the room was the moaning and
whimpering of the two sluts as they rolled on the stage, approaching orgasm.
Suddenly they came, their bodies entwining, shaking, moaning loudly. The crowd
clapped and cheered as they did so. Her orgasm subsiding, Rachel rolled off
Natasha's sweaty body and lay breathing heavily on the stage next to her sister.
"Well done, whores," I said, clapping my hands in appreciation, "Quite the show.
You really are a pair of pussy-loving tramps, aren't you?" I paused for a
moment, savouring my power over my slaves, "You know, over the past day or so,
you've proved yourselves to be real whores. But unfortunately I don't think
what you've done on stage goes anywhere near showing these people just what a
pair of sluts you really are. I think its time I showed them, don't you?"
I looked down at Natasha. She mouthed the word, "Pleeeeeeeeease", a silent -
and futile - cry for mercy.
I made a sign towards Frank and he walked over to the stage, placing a wooden
chair in centre stage. Grabbing Rachel by the hair, he pulled her off the stage
and threw her to the floor, where she lay sprawled, still panting for breath.
Ted picked Natasha up off the floor and made her sit on the chair facing the
audience. "W…. what are you going to d….do to me?" the trembling slut whimpered
as Ted fastened an ankle cuff around each ankle and further cuffs on each wrist.
"Just shut the fuck up, bitch," snapped Ted, slapping Natasha across the cheek,
"You'll find out soon enough."
Natasha and Rachel were the only people in the room who didn't know what was
about to happen to them. Everyone else had been specially invited and briefed
about their role in Natasha and Rachel's humiliation. In particular, they had
been told that during what was to follow none of them could fuck the two slaves:
as I said before, my client had made it clear that he didn't want his wife or
her sister fucked by anyone other than Frank, Ted or me. Hey, he's the client
and if that's what he wants, that's what we do. It didn't matter though. As our
playthings would shortly find out, that still left a hell of a lot of options
open.
Frank attached ropes to the clips on the cuffs fastened round Natasha's wrists
and ankles. The ropes ran over pulleys on the ceiling. Frank and Ted pulled
the ends of the ropes, stretching Natasha's limbs apart. Soon Natasha's legs
were pulled wide apart, grotesquely exposing her shaved cunt to the audience.
Her arms too were now pulled tight to the left and right of her body in a 'Y'
shape. Natasha looked from left to right in mounting panic as she realised how
exposed and helpless she was with her arms and legs pulled wide apart.
Shelley climbed onto the stage, carrying a holdall which she dropped on the
stage. "Pleeeeease, don't …" whined Natasha, no doubt hoping for some mercy
from Shelley.
"Don't what, BITCH," hissed Shelley, spitting in Natasha's face, the glob of
saliva trickling over the helpless slut's nose, "We're going to do whatever the
fuck we want with you."
And saying that, Shelley gave Natasha half a dozen stinging slaps directly on
the raw exposed flesh of her pussy. With each slap, Natasha squealed and the
crowd laughed as she wriggled helplessly on the chair, unable to move her legs
to protect her increasingly sore slit.
"You got anything else to say, you fucking whore," said Shelley, mockingly. God
she could be so cruel sometimes. Maybe that's why I liked her so much. There
are few things more erotic than seeing a cute babe like Shelley abusing another
honey like Natasha.
"The crop, please," said Shelley, giggling at Natasha's torment. She extended
her hand and Frank, still standing nearby, took a riding crop out of the bag and
handed it to Shelley.
"Noooooo …" wailed Natasha but her cry was cut off by a squeal of pain as
Shelley whacked the crop on her gaping pussy. "Oh God nooooooo," she screamed
as Shelley slapped Natasha with the crop again and again.
After about ten blows, Shelley stopped and examined the tip of the crop. She
looked at the tip and then at Natasha, gasping for breath and moaning quietly,
and then back at the crop. "Look at this," Shelley sneered, holding the crop up
to the light, "It's covered in cunt juices. The fucking slut is getting turned
on by having her pussy whipped." It was true: the end of the crop was
glistening with juices, strands of the viscous communises hanging from the tip.
Shelley waved the crop in Natasha's face and ordered her to lick the crop clean.
Obediently, Natasha sucked and licked at the crop, cleansing it of her juices.
Crouching down, Shelley reached into the bag and took out a handful of
clothespins. Natasha's eyes widened in horror as she saw them, instinctively
knowing what was going to be done with me. She began to plead and beg Shelley
not to use them on her. "Please miss," Natasha wailed, "Don't put those things
on me. Pleeeeeeeeeease. I beg you. Pleeeeeease."
"Shut this fucking slut up," snapped Shelley and Frank stepped forward, forcing
a red ball gag into Natasha's mouth, fastening the straps tight under Natasha's
chin and over her cheeks. Grunts and muffled moans escaped from behind the gag.
Shelley began to attach the clothes pins to the helpless slave. First, one was
attached to the septum of Natasha's nose and a further clothespin to each of
Natasha's nostrils. Natasha moved her head back and forth, moaning, as the
clothespins bit into her sensitive flesh. Next, Shelley began to attach a
collection of the clothespins to Natasha's ears, leaving each with four
clothespins attached to the fleshy parts. The crowd laughed uproariously at how
silly Natasha looked.
Shelley ran her hands appreciatively over Natasha's straining tits, rubbing the
nipples between her fingers to make them hard. A clothespin was then attached
to each erect nipple. Shelley then carefully attached more clothespins to the
fleshy underside of each mammary, clipping 5 or 6 pins to Natasha's tortured
boobs. Running her hands over Natasha's belly, Shelley squeezed some of the
excess flesh and attached three clothespins to the area around Natasha's navel.
Natasha wriggled as much as she was able in her constricted position, moaning in
humiliation and pain from behind her gag.
Finally, Shelley crouched in front of Natasha's crotch and began to attach
clothespin after clothespin to the helpless slave's exposed labia. As each pin
clipped onto her sensitive flesh, a muffled squeal emanated from behind the gag.
Soon Natasha's pussy was ringed with clothespins attached to her pussylips.
Shelley slipped a finger inside the slut's gaping hole and withdrew it covered
in puss juices. Natasha's cunt was sopping wet, a result of the effect of the
pain and degradation of the abused whore.
Shelley stood back to admire her handiwork. Natasha looked so stupid: exposed,
bound, gagged, and tortured. Reaching into the bag, Shelley produced a large
vibrator. Switching it on, she held it in front of Natasha's face so she could
see the large plastic dildo buzzing and vibrating. Natasha shook her head back
and forth, muffled pleas escaping from behind the gag.
Crouching down, Shelly slowly moved the vibrating tip up and down Natasha's
glistening slit. Natasha whimpered from behind the gag, her legs twitching in
their bonds. Gently Shelley slid the buzzing vibrator into Natasha's gaping
hole, leaving it buried in her cunt. Natasha continued to wriggle and writhe
(as much as she was able in her bonds) as the vibrator stimulating her clit and
moved inside her. The crowd laughed at Natasha's humiliation as she squirmed on
the edge of orgasm, desperate but unable to cum, stimulated almost beyond
endurance.
Shelley stepped down off the stage, leaving Natasha wriggling and writhing from
the vibrator and clothespins, and approached Rachel who was cowering on the
floor.
"It's your turn now, bitch," Shelley laughed, grabbing Rachel's hair and pulling
it. Rachel squealed and twisted in Shelley's grip and she dragged Rachel
towards the bar.
"I saw how you use your tongue, you dirty little whore," Shelley continued as
Rachel half-crawled, half-stumbled behind her, "Now you're going to lick the
cunts of me and my girls."
Waiting for Rachel at the bar were five of Shelley's female friends. They were
a rough bunch - still fucking cute, don't get me wrong - but rough as fuck. You
know the type of girls I mean: trailer trash, skinny white chicks, all short
skirts, t-shirts and cheap heels, hair all over the place, chewing gum, cute in
that dishevelled-just been fucked-don't give a damn way, with that look in their
eye that either means 'fuck you asshole' or 'fuck me please.' God, I love that
type of woman.
The girls were leaning against the bar, smoking, drinking beer, laughing at the
sight of Rachel and Natasha being humiliated, itching to get a piece of the
girls. Shelley pushed Rachel down onto the floor in front of them where she
lay, breathing heavily and cowering under the girls' vacant stares, listening to
their mocking comments.
"Okay bitch," laughed Shelley, "You're going to give each of us a real good
pussy licking. And you better make us all come like we never came before or
else. Understand?"
"Y….yes," whimpered Rachel.
"Yes WHAT, bitch," shouted Shelley, grabbing Rachel's hair and lifting her head
up so she was looking straight at her.
"Y….yes, miss," stammered the helpless slave nervously.
"Better," said Shelley, leaning against the bar, slowly unbuckling her belt and
unfastening her jeans. Rachel watched silently as Shelley slowly lowered her
jeans, revealing she was not wearing any panties. Shelley jumped up on the bar,
her legs dangling, and opened her legs wide, revealing her shaved and reddened
slit.
"Okay pet," Shelley said," Get licking. And when I've cum, move onto the next
girl and don't stop licking till we've all cum. Now get to it."
Rachel shuffled on her knees between Shelley's legs and lowered her pretty face
into Shelley's eager crotch. Her head began to bob up and down as she began to
lap at Shelley's cunt with her well-trained tongue, running the tip up and down
her reddening slit. I watched as Shelley leant back slightly and closed her
eyes, moaning, "Ohhhh, keep on that spot, bitch. That's it. Right there."
Rachel sure was an expert pussy licker, that was for sure.
The guys in the bar didn't know where to look. To one side on the stage, there
was Natasha, gagged, tied up, grossly exposed in a degrading manner, a buzzing
vibrator in her cunt causing her to twitch and moan in her desperation to cum;
and on the other side, there was a row of pretty gals getting their pussies
licked by a naked slut on her knees. A number of the guys were already gently
rubbing their crotches, itching to get to work on the two slaves.
It wasn't long before Shelley came. Wrapping her legs round Rachel's head, she
forced her face into her crotch, rubbing her pubes against the slave's features.
When she emerged from between Shelley's legs, Rachel's face was soaked with
Shelley's cunt juices. Shelley looked down at her and laughed, "Sorry, slut, I
forgot to mention. I usually squirt when I get a good pussy licking. Hope you
didn't mind."
"Hey," snapped the girl standing next to Shelley at the bar, a willowy black
chick wearing a short denim skirt, "Stop talking and get that ho's face between
my legs." Shelley pushed Rachel towards the black girl who grabbed her hair and
roughly plunged Rachel's head between her legs. "Get that tongue working on my
clit, bitch," ordered the black girl.
Even above the laughter and smutty comments from the crowd watching Rachel's
humiliation, I could hear her slurping at the black girl's cunt. She really
knew how to lick pussy, that was for sure. Soon the black girl came, squirting
her juices all over the kneeling slave's slutty face.
Within fifteen minutes, Rachel had licked and sucked six pussies and brought
each of their owners to orgasm. She knelt on the floor before them, her face
plastered with cuntjuice, thick gooey strands of the stuff dripping onto her
breasts.
I walked over to Rachel and looked down at her with disdain. Saying nothing, I
grabbed her hair and pulled her to the front of the stage and pushed her down in
front of her sister. She cowered there in front of the throng of guys,
uncertain as to what was going to happen next.
Natasha of course was still where she had been left her on the stage, her legs
pulled wide apart by ropes, her cunt grotesquely exposed with clothespins
attached to the labia, a vibrator stuffed into her vagina, her tits festooned
with clothespins (more of which still dangled from other exposed parts of her
flesh), ball gagged, helpless, nude, humiliated. I stood over Natasha, smiling
as she looked up at me, the whites of her eyes wide, silently beseeching me for
release.
Saying nothing, I removed the ballgag from Natasha's mouth. As soon as it was
out, a long moan escaped from her lips, part-pain, part-pleasure. "Pleeeeeeease
no more, sir," the tortured slave wailed to laughter and mocking catcalls from
the audience gathering around the stage, "Pleeeeeease. My pussy is soooooooo
sore, sir. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"You're going to have earn the privilege to cum, you dirty little bondage slut,"
I grinned, "Look at you getting off on being tortured and humiliated in front of
all these people. You just fucking love it, don't you, you filthy whore."
Natasha only moaned again, shaking her head from side to side, wriggling her ass
as much as she could on the chair, desperate to increase the stimulation on her
engorged clit.
"Pleeeeeease," she whimpered, "I'll do anything. Just let me go. Pleeeeeease."
"Anything?" I laughed, leaning in closer whispering the word into her ear.
"Yes," Natasha sobbed, "Anything."
"Okay," I said, "We have a deal. Now tell all these guys that you want to suck
their cocks and be covered in their cum and maybe, just maybe I'll let you go."
Natasha scanned the eager faces of the men gathered round the stage. She could
see the lust in their eyes, the bulges in their trousers. How many of them were
there? Twenty, thirty, maybe forty, maybe more. She knew she had no choice.
"Please cover me in your hot cum. Please let me feel your hard cocks in my
slutty mouth. I need to suck them. Pleeeeease."
I tugged at the clothespin attached to Natasha's right nipple, eliciting a yelp
of pain, "Come on, girl. You can beg better than that. Be dirty. Tell these
guys what they want to hear."
"I need to suck the cum from your balls, feel your hot cum in my throat, on my
face. Cover me in cum like the slut I am. Pllleeeease."
"That's better," I said, then turning to the audience, "Well gents, you heard
what the lady said." Eagerly the men began to clamber onto the stage, unzipping
their flies, lowering their pants, their erect cocks jutting out.
As they approached the helpless Natasha, Shelley was pulling Rachel onto the
stage on her knees, squealing as Shelley pulled her hair, dragging her to a
position between Natasha's outstretched legs in front of her gaping cunt. "And
while that slut's getting cummed on," snapped Shelley, "You're going to lick
that bitch's cunt and make her cum again and again. Understand?" Rachel
whimpered her response, "Yes miss."
Expertly, Shelley bound Rachel's wrist behind her back with some rope and wound
more rope around her thighs and calves, binding her in the kneeling position.
With her boot, Shelley pushed Rachel between Natasha's legs, her head level with
her sister's shaved cunt.
By now, the guys had crowded round Natasha, their hard cocks dripping precum
aimed at her. One guy grabbed her hair in one meaty hand and thrust Natasha's
face down onto his thick cock and began pumping it in and out of the slave's
mouth. Drool ran down her chin as his penis thrust in and out of her wet mouth.
Meanwhile, others were stroking their engorged members, rubbing them across her
cheeks, slapping her face and tits with them, the clothespins on her boobs
jiggling as they did so. A low moan escaped from Natasha's cock-filled mouth as
she felt Rachel's lithe wet tongue begin to flick her acheing clit.
The man with his cock in her mouth suddenly moaned and withdrew. Cum jetted
from his penis, splattering over Natasha's slutty face. Almost simultaneously,
another man standing on the other side of her came, their jets of cum squirting
over Natasha's cheeks and nose from opposite sides. Another guy who was
standing behind Natasha came, his cum pumping over her hair and running down her
forehead. After they had cum and squeezed the last drops of ball juice from
their sacs, they stepped back and more men took their place, each of them aiming
their hard cocks at the bound and helpless whore before them.
Load after load of semen was ejected over Natasha. Soon her face and tits were
plastered in cum. Rivulets of sticky jizz trickled down over Natasha's boobs
and belly running over her shaved snatch in which Rachel had her head buried,
using her tongue on Natasha's slit. A number of guys were also clustered around
Natasha's crotch and were pumping their cum over Rachel's head and Natasha's
belly.
The combination of the humiliation and Rachel's cunnilingus soon had its impact
on Natasha and she came, moaning, pulling against her bonds as her body shook
with an orgasm. The audience laughed and catcalled at the sight of this whore
thrashing around and moaning, covered in cum, completely degraded but helpless
to stop herself from cumming. I leaned over Rachel and ran my hand down over
her bum to her slit, slipping my fingers in. This slut was wet too.
After about fifteen or twenty minutes, all the guys in the room had cum at least
once over one or both of the slaves. I ordered Rachel to remain kneeling and
shuffle round in her bonds to face the audience. A spontaneous round of
applause, accompanied by cheers and jeers, went up as we drank in the sight of
our two slaves.
Natasha's face was an almost unrecognizable mask of sperm. Her hair was covered
with long white streaks of cum, running down over her forehead and face. Sticky
pools of jizz covered her pretty face, her features covered from ear to ear in
white hot cum. Her tits looked like they were leaking thick white milk - only
this milk came from cocks. Sperm splattered over her shoulders and ran down her
belly.
Rachel meanwhile knelt at her feet. Because she had been kneeling licking her
sister's cunt, most of the men cumming on her had ejaculated on the top of her
head. A massive pool of jizz plastered her hair and was only now starting to
trickle down over her face. As we watched, a substantial layer of slimy jizzum
oozed over her face, covering her face with a thick coating of cum. Rachel
knelt there, head bowed, as the wave of semen slid over her, dripping down her
body, coating her in the stuff. A roar of laughter went up, accompanied by the
usual insults and comments, as we watched the cum slowly cover the humiliated
expression on Rachel's face.
"Okay," I shouted as the crowd drank in the sight of the two cum-covered sluts,
"Show's over for a while. Have a good rest of the night. Oh, and by the way,
feel free to use those sluts any time during the rest of the night." I turned
to Shelley, put my arm round her waist, and led her towards the bar.
For the next two or three hours, Frank, Ted and I just unwound, had a few beers,
shot the breeze with some friends. You might think doing what we do is easy.
Let me tell you, it's not. There's a lot of pressure to get things right. You
have to be careful not to overstep the line set by the client. It would be all
too easy to get carried away and damage the goods you've been entrusted with.
Plus what we do is, well, illegal. There's the knowledge that you could get
sent to prison for doing what we do. So there's a lot of pressure. And so when
we get the chance to unwind a bit, we take it.
It was good to spend some time with Shelley. She's not my girlfriend but we
have a connection. When we're bored or at a loose end, we sometimes fuck or mess
around. I sometimes take her along on jobs where a client wants another woman
involved in the action. Once or twice, we get an enquiry from a woman who wants
her husband or boyfriend messing with: Shelley and some of her friends deal with
those enquiries. Sometimes I try out ideas for jobs on her and she's always
keen to help. She really is a kinky little bitch.
And so for the next few hours, we just chilled. Natasha and Rachel stayed bound
and covered in cum on the stage the whole time. We just leaned on the bar and
chatted, occasionally seeing what was happening on stage. All through the rest
of the night, every few minutes, a guy would go up on stage and unload his balls
over one or other of the girls, covering the whores in a fresh layer of cum. By
the end of the night, they must have been cummed on over a hundred times between
them.
It was just after 1 am when I reluctantly downed my final beer and told Frank
and Ted that it was time we left. The place was still packed, filled with
people drinking, playing pool, joking around, having fun at the expense of my
two slaves. Natasha and Rachel had been on stage now for the best part of four
hours, all the time being cruelly humiliated in front of the crowd. They were
still nude, bound, covered in cum - cum that was now drying on their naked
abused flesh.
I stepped up on stage next to Natasha and looked down at her. The degraded
whore looked up at me, her face plastered in cum, a picture of abject
humiliation. "Please sir …." she whimpered.
"We'd better get you ready to go home, slut," I laughed, "Look at the state of
you. Covered in semen like the cum-loving piece of trash you are. And your
sister's no better."
Frank and Ted began to untie the girls. Once untied, Natasha and Rachel stood,
heads hanging down, their bodies still dripping cum, clothespins still hanging
from Natasha's tits and cunt. I ordered Natasha to remove the clothespins and
hold them in her hand - they were dripping with cum and I wasn't going to get my
hands dirty touching them. Then I ordered Natasha to give half of them to
Rachel and told the two slaves to suck the clothespins clean of cum so we could
pack them away. Obediently, the two sluts placed each clothespin in turn in
their mouths and sucked and licked them clean of cum before handing them to Ted
to put back in his bag of tricks.
They then needed to clean the stage. The area where the two slaves had been
tied was covered in a thick viscous pool of coagulating cum. On their hands and
knees, Natasha and Rachel lapped at the puddles of cum with their slutty little
tongues, licking up the layers of jizz coating the stage like the cummops that
they were. The audience laughed as the two whores gagged and coughed from the
volume of sperm they were being ordered to drink.
Once they had finished, I ordered the two girls, still plastered in cum, to
follow me outside. We went round to the back of the bar. The back area of the
bar was illuminated by a number of lamps and I ordered the girls to stand there
to be cleaned, the sperm glistening on their bodies in the light. Frank picked
up a high pressure hose that the bartender used for cleaning out beer barrels
and turned it on, directing the hard jet of water at the two sluts. They
squealed and screamed as the icy water splashed over them, washing the layers of
cum off their bodies.
For two minutes or so, Frank directed the spray of ice cold water at Natasha and
Rachel, occasionally ordering them to turn round or bend over so he could clean
out every nook and cranny. Eventually he switched the hose off. The only sound
was the laboured breathing of the two girls, shivering with cold from the water
and the icy water, their nipples hard and erect from the treatment they had just
received.
The girls were still trembling from the cold and the degradation they had been
subjected to as I ordered them back into the cage in the back of the van. It
was the early hours of Sunday morning, the last day of their training. It was
time to go back to the house and prepare the girls for the final lesson in their
education.
